Hassan Abubakar olamilekan
@hassanabubakarolamilekan
1 year ago
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Dark Hours
Our eyes were covered,
With webs of deceits.
Where our voices lost their voice,
To the handsof two-faced souls.
And our ears, were muddled, with sweetest lies.
On our neck, tied, the enormous chain.
Like cattle, we were pushing, to move.
Our harvesting, were going to them.
And we,In the hell, working, like no tomorrow.
Strangers, we became, in our own made nest.
Like a baby sloth, we were walking,
On our own sand.
And our mouthswere imprisoned,
With mountainous pad-locks.
No cloths, to protect our souls from sun.
And a bite of food, with thunderous cane,
Eating us, daily.
With giant ship, they carried our country,
To decorate their homeland.
Before we winked, and came to brain,
Our homes had worn desert fibres.
Haaah!
What a dark hours!
Sun smiles, at our roofs,
Yet, we are still in the dark.
What can we do, to move the sun closer?
And slip away, from this darkness hours?
Hassan Abubakar Olamilekan.
Mystery PEN
